One of the women in the class told me she studied ballet for thirty years. The class reconnects her to something she loved. I get that.

Me? In my mind I’m back in third grade again. (Mademoiselle Cahn! Point your toes!!!) I remember my ballet teacher being very strict and mean with a cane she constantly tapped on the floor. (Bernadette is nothing like my old cranky teacher)

Regardless, I guess there are just some things we don’t shake from childhood. I still have trouble eating broccoli and I don’t think I’ll ever feel I have the grace of a ballerina.

But hey, when not confronted with video, I can pretend. I may try it again.